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A Day at Camp Killkare 



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Aunt Jane and tbe Campiire Girls. 



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A DAY AT CAMP KILLKARE 

-OR- 

Aunt Jane and the Campfire Girls. 



By ELSIE DUNCAN YALE, 



Copyright, 1915, Eldrldge Entertainment House. 



PUBLISHED BY 

Eldridge Entertainment House, 

FRANKLIN. OHIO. 









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SCENE. 

The scenery is the same for both acts. If given 
out doors select if possible a place among trees or 
large bushes. One tent will be sufficient to represent 
the camp, and only a portion of this need be visible. 
A hammock with bright colored cushions will add to 
the effect. Have one or two camp stools, a sketching 
outfit, and a Kodak near the tent. 

If the play is given indoors small trees or leafy 
branches placed in buckets of sand may be used to 
represent the woods. Cover the floor with brown 
denim or hnen, and scatter leaves, pineneedles and 
cones upon it. 

The campers wear middy blouses with short dark 
skirts or bloomers. Miss Morgan's costume is similiar 
except that her skirt is longer. 

Lucille and Miss Pickett wear any costume ap- 
propriate for motoring and the latter carries a 
lorgnette. 



Characters. 

Bettie 1 

Ruth I 

Hilda / Campers. 

Hope I 

Kitty . J 

Miss Morgan, a teacher in charge of the camp. 
Miss Pickett, an elderly lady who disapproves of 
camps. 

Lucille, her niece. 

Suggestions. 

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tunity for comedy, as much of the success of tne play 
will depend upon her ability to be serious, yet funny. 
Her efforts to keep up with the girls in their drills 
and exercises, her ludicrous appearance in the misfit 
costume in the second scene should make a hit. A 
little musical program interpolated at any point or 
points the director sees fit will add to the enjoyment 
and lengthen the play. "I Can't Do a Thing With 
My Hair Since It's Washed," an action song for 
young ladies, price 25 cents, will fit admirably in this 
play 

Drills may be introduced in the second act if de- 
sired, a bow and arrow drill, or dumb bell drill being 
especially appropriate. 

A brief program of songs and recitations may 
also be included in the second act. 



A Day at Camp Killkare. 

SCENE I. 

As the curtain rises girls are seeyi seated, Hilda 
embroidering, Ruth busy with raffia, Hope making a 
basket. Enter Kitty. 

Kitty. Look at the industry on a warm morning. 
I'll be the sluggard. (Seats herself in the hammock 
arid opens a book.) How's the fancy work, Hilda? 

Hilda. I wish the old thing was done. Carolyn 
sails next week and I want this traveling case to be 
finished in time. 

Hope. I wish I were going on a nice trip like 
Carolyn. 

Kitty. Uncle Fred went to Europe last summer, 
and he said he was simply tired of the everlasting 
tipping. Finally he saw a sign in his room at the 
hotel, "Please tip the basin after using," and he said 
he drew the line there. 

Hilda. I'd love the ocean voyage, and I know I 
wouldn't be afraid, even in a storm. Mother told me 
that when she went over, there was an old lady who 
was terribly nervous, and each day she pestered the 
captain, asking him how far it was to land. Finally 
one day he answered her politely, "Five miles, mad- 
am." She was delighted and asked very eagerly 
"where?" and he told her "straight down below our 
keel, madam." 

Kitty. Uncle Fred wasn't a bit seasick, but one 
day on deck a man and his wife were near him, all 
bundled up in their steamer chairs and looking ter- 
ribly woebegone. Their little boy was playing around 
full of mischief, and the mother said feebly. "Papa, 
won't you speak to Willie?" And papa said just as 
feebly, "How do you do, Willie?" 



6 A Day at Camp Killkare 

Ruth. Well, I don't liketroublesome children. I 
had to take care of Cousin Julia's baby all one after- 
noon and he did nothing but cry. So I let him cry in- 
to the phonograph, so that when he grew up he could 
hear what a troublesome baby he had been. 

Kitty. I ought to be studying, seeing as I flunk- 
ed in history this June. 

Hope. I don't believe you know a thing about 
history. Kit. 

Kitty. Yes, I do. I know that when the great 
patriot, Nathan Hale, was about to be executed he 
said, "Would that I were a cat that I might have 
nine lives to give to my country." 

Hope. Where's Betty? 

Ruth. Gone for the mail. 

Hilda. Miss Morgan with her? 

Hope. No, Miss Morgan went down to the lake 
to sketch. 

Kitty. I wish I were an artist. I tried to paint 
a sunset once, but the family thought it was a tomato 
omelet, so I forebore. 

Ruth. Betty's taking her time with the mail. 

Hope. I gave her five cents for lollypops. 

Kitty. I gave her ten. What's camp without 
lollypops? 

(Distant call is heard "Wohelo.") 

Girls, (reply) Wohelo. 

(Enter Miss Morgan ivith sketching outfit.) 

Miss Morgan. Did I hear Betty call? 
Ruth. Yes, she's just coming up the path. 

{Enter Betty with mail hag slung over her. shoulder^ 

Betty. (Wiping her forehead.) Whew, its a 
warm day. 

Hope. (Reaching for mail hag.) Here, hand ov- 
er the letters like a nice lady. 



A Day at Camp Killkare ' 7 

^Girls crowd around Betty. ) 

Betty, [waving them hack. ) Stand back, ladies, 
and show some respect for the representative of the 
postal system of our nation. Fll distribute the mail. 

Hilda. I hope I got a letter. 

Betty. You don't deserve one for you only write 
postals. 

Hilda. I only wrote two last week. 

Betty, {distributing mail) Miss Hope Harwood. 

Hope. Oh, that's from mother. 

Betty. Miss Morgan, two letters and a paper. 

Miss Morgan. Thank you, Betty. 

Betty. What an example! Miss Morgan is the 
only one who has thanked me for bringing her letters 
up a steep mountain Dath beset by tiger hllies, dande- 
lions, foxglove, wolfsbane and every flower 
carrying a pistil. 

Kitty. Go on and pass out the mail. 
Betty. Miss Kitty Carroll, Miss Ruth Scott. 
That's all but the lollypops and here they are. 
Hope. Did you get my stamps? 
Betty. Oh no, I forgot them, 

Hope. You said you'd surely remember and you 
tied a knot in your handkerchief. 

Betty. Well it was a forget-me-knot that time. 

Ruth. Oh, isn't this a pity? Lucille can't come. 
Her aunt's going to take her on a motor trip. 

Kitty. Motor trip? I should think that would 
be lovely. 

Ruth. Not a motor trip a la Aunt Jane. Aunt 
Camilla and Uncle Samuel will go along. Lucille and 
the two aunts will sit squeezed together on the back 
seat, and the conversation will be exclusively devoted 
to nervous dyspepsia and sciatica. When Uncle Sam- 
uel can get a word in edgewise he will pipe up about 
the wholesale price of lard and pork. 



8 A Day at Camp Killkare 

Hilda. Lovely prospect for Lucille. 

Miss Morgan. Girls, I have good new^s for you. I 
have a letter from Miss Pickett, Lucille's Aunt Jane, 
and she v^rites that she has decided to surprise Lu- 
cille. They will stop here and visit us for a day on 
their v^ay to join Mr. and Mrs. Brown. 

Kitty. That's Uncle Samuel and Aunt Camilla 
of pork and lard fame. 

Betty. Hooray, girls! 

Miss Morgan. She sent me a special delivery 
letter which for some reason was not delivered last 
night. 

Betty. The postmaster told me he was already to 
go to lodge, so he thought the letter could wait till 
morning. 

Kitty. He was as bad as the telegraph operator 
at Birch wood last summer. Uncle's partner sent him 
a code message, and the operator never delivered it. 
He said "It didn't make no sense so he didn't see no 
use of walking two miles with it.", t- 

Hilda. When is Lucille coming Miss Morgan? 

Miss Morgan. The fourteenth — why that's today. 

Betty. Dear me, girls, we must hurry and get 
this place fixed up. 

Miss Morgan. Are your tents in order? They 
were at inspection this morning but they've had time 
to get disarranged. 

Kitty. Mine is spick and span. I believe in a 
place for everything and everything in its place. 

Ruth. And that place is the tray of your trunk. 

Kitty. Well, what's the objection to that? When 
I want a ribbon or a belt I simply stir up a bit like 
this {gesture) till it comes to the surface. 

Hilda. Aunt Jane is horribly tidy and terribly 
particular. 

Betty. You're right there. She took the dust 
out of industrious. 



A Day at Camp Killkare 9 

Miss Morgan. Better pick up those few papers, 
girls. 

Hope. Sure. Let's lay out some plain sewing 
and a few improving books, so as to give a good im- 
pression. 

{Sound of motor horn. ) 

Ruth. Oh, there's the car, come on girls and 
meet them. 

{Exit girls;) 

{Miss Morgan glances in tent, straightens pillows 
in hammock, and puts away her sketching outfit.) 

Miss Morgan. I do hope that we can impress 
Miss Pickett favorably so that she will allow Lucille 
to stay with us, but that is a little too much to expect. 
Poor child, I believe her aunt would like to send her 
to an old-fashioned boarding school, if she could find 
one, and have her taught to make alum baskets and 
play the Maiden's Prayer. 

{Enter Miss Pickett, Lucille and campers. ) 

Miss Pickett. This is a terrible hill. It will give 
me nervous dyspepsia or sciatica or both. 

Miss Morgan. Miss Pickett, we are delighted to 
see you at our camp.. (Kisses Lucille) Lucille, dear, 
this is lovely. 

Betty. Isn't this great to have Lucille here? 

Kitty, {politely) And Miss Pickett. 

{Girls assist Miss Pickett and Lucille to remove 
their wraps. ) 

Miss Morgan. Did you have a pleasant trip? 

Miss Pickett. It was quite tiresome for we lost 
our way. All the guide posts told us to use Scrubit 
Soap or Purple Pills for Pale People. Then for the last 
half hour when they did condescend to mention Pine- 
ville, it was always the same distance. First it was 
eight miles to Pineville, then after riding ten minutes 
it was eight miles to Pineville, and then after fifteen 
minutes it was still eight miles to Pineville. The 



10 A Day at Cavip Killkare 

chauffeur was quite impertinent, for he said, "Thank 
goodness, we are holding our own anyway." 

Miss Morgan. How very annoying. 

Miss Pickett. Well, Lucille was so set on coming 
that I decided to let her have a day of it. Though 
for the life of me I can't see the fan of having spiders 
crawl over you while you sleep, and ants in the coffee, 
and eating canned stuff for weeks. I will say frank- 
ly it is not my idea of a ladyhke vacation. 

Miss Morgan. We certainly appreciate your 
kindness in bringing Lucille when it caused you so 
much inconvenience. 

Betty. Miss Pickett may I lend Lucille a middy 
blouse and skirt for the day? 

Miss Pickettt. Well, to tell the truth I never ap- 
proved of that costume. The middies, as you call 
them, remind me of the way the Chinese laundrymen 
wear their clothes. I like a dress neatly belted in. 

Kitty. But Lucille might spoil her suit. 

Betty. It is such a stylish suit. Did you have it 
made in New York? 

Miss Pickett, (pleased) No, the dressmaker 
made it under my supervision. Very well, Lucille, 
you may accept Betty's offer. 

Miss Morgan. Miss Pickett suppose you and I 
go down to the lake where it is cooler. 

Kitty. Oh, that will be lovely, Miss Morgan, 
take her out in the canoe. 

Miss Pickett. No indeed. My nephew Robert 
has one, and on one occasion he wished to have a dis- 
cussion with his father. My brother Jonas is quick 
tempered and will never listen to argument so Robert 
invited him out in his canoe, and when he had Jonas 
out in the middle of the river he opened up the sub- 
ject. Poor Jonas didn't dare to walk up and down 
the way he usually does, but he had to sit still and 
listen calmly for Robert warned him that the canoe 
would upset at the shghtest motion. 



A Day at Camp Killkare 11 

Hilda. It was very diplomatic of Robert. 

Miss Morgan. We can sit by the lake and enjoy 
the breezes. 

Lucille. And hear the very latest in the line of 
dyspepsia and sciatica. 

Miss Pickett. Well Lucille, you may accept Bet- 
ty's kind offer of a middy blouse and skirt. Hang 
your coat carefully on a hanger and don't fall into 
the lake whatever you do. 

Ho])e. (softly) Hang your clothes on a hickory 
limb but don't go near the water. 

Betty. Come on girls for we must crowd two 
weeks fun into a single day. 

(Exit All) 

SCENE n 

(Ruth seated luith raffia work, enter other girls 
laughing. ) 

Kitty. Oh Ruth what do you suppose has hap- 
pened? 

Hope. Oh I couldn't keep my face straight. 

Hilda. It was perfectly awful. 

Hope. I was scared. 

Kitty. Scared nothing. The water was only a 
foot deep. 

Ruth. Well won't you tell a person what's hap- 
pened? 

Hilda. Mercy Ruth didn't you hear the screams 
yourself? 

Kitty. Where were your ears? 
Ruth, (irritated) You girls make me tired. 
Can't you tell me what happened? 
Kitty. Hope you tell. 

Hope. Well Aunt Jane went dov/n to the lake 
with Miss Morgan as she said she would. Then she 
took a notion to walk around it. That's scene two. 



12 A Day at Camp Killkare 

Scene three she saw a water Hly near the edge that she 
wanted, and she reached for it and slipped in. The 
water was only a foot deep but of course she got 
wringing wet. She set up a S. 0. S. call or whatever 
the latest wireless is and Betty and Lucille rushed to 
the rescue. First aid to the injured you know. 

Hilda. Of course poor Aunt Jane was soaking 
wet, and then the question was what to do? 

Ruth. Couldn't you girls have gone to the vil- 
lage to get dry clothing from her suit case? 

Kitty. Nix. For she had let the chauffeur go to 
Cherry Valley to see his mother. 

Hope. Aunt Jane wanted a blanket wrapper, for 
of course Miss Morgan's clothes wouldn't fit her. 

Hilda. Just imagine how hilarious it would be 
to see Aunty sitting around all day in a blanket wrap- 
per and worsted slippers. 

Hope. But Betty came to the rescue. She actual- 
ly coaxed Aunt Jane to accept the loan of a middy 
blouse and skirt to wear for the rest of the day while 
her clothes dried in the sun. 

Ruth. Miss Pickett in a middy blouse. Where's 
my Kodak? 

Hope. Oh we've all got to behave ourselves I 
can tell you, for if we don't look out Miss Pickett will 
get so soured on camps, she won't let Lucille even 
mention the word. 

Kitty. V\\ tell you what we must do. Betty is 
dressing auntie up in camp clothes, and we must do 
our best to make her have a nice day, and convert 
her to the joys of camping. She's mad as a wet hen 
now. 

Hope. Well we'll all try our best to rejuvenate 
her and give her a jolly day. 

(Enter Miss Morgan, Miss Pickett, Betty, Lucille. 
Miss Pickett is dressed ridiculously in middy blouse, 
too small for her and a short skirt.) 

Kitty. ^Why'M^ss Pickett how nice you look! 



A Day at Camp Killkare 13 

Miss Pickett. Nice in this scandalous costume! 
Fm glad that the Ladies Aid Society and the Civic 
club can't see me. 

Betty. Now Aunt Jane— excuse me— but I wish 
you'd let me call you that — believe me that red is be- 
coming to you, very. Isn't it girls? 

Miss Morgan. And the costume is comfortable 
too. 

Miss Pickett. Yes I admit that. 

Kitty. I have a proposition to make Aunt Jane. 
Can't I call you that, too? 

Miss Pickett. Why yes, you may if you wish. 

Kitty. Oh lovely! Well this is my idea. You be 
a regular camper today, for we want you to see just 
what jolly good times we have. 

Miss Pickett. Mercy sakes, do you want me to 
do high diving and walk ten miles, and eat fish black- 
ened over a wood fire? 

Ruth. Oh that isn't camping. We lead the sim- 
ple life, not the strenuous one. 

Betty. I think it would be lovely for her to spend 
a day just exactly as we spend it. 

Ruth. Go through the whole program you know. 

Miss Morgan. Well, somewhat modified. 

Hilda. Our first stunt is putting our tents in 
order. 

Miss Pickett. Stunt! 

Ruth, {explaining) Stunt means— well, a task, 
an accomplishment. 

Kitty. Hope's tent is the banner one. It's all 
plastered up with mottoes. 

Hilda. I was going to fix up Hope's bed pie- fash- 
ion one time, and when I hesitated at the door, I saw 
her motto "Do it now" so I did. 

Miss Pickett. I am sure I could pass an examina- 
tion in orderliness. 



IJf. A Day at Camp Killkare 

Lucille. Aunt Jane is the most spick and span 
housekeeper you ever saw. 

Betty. Well we can put down "credits for that 
then. 

Ruth. After tent inspection we have a wand 
drill, to make us graceful. Let's have that. 

Miss Pickett. Oh girls you must excuse me from 
that. 

Betty. Come Aunt Jane, you'll enjoy it. 

Hope. It's just the thing for sciatica. 

Hilda. And for nervous dyspepsia. 

Miss Pickett. Well I suppose I might as well be — 

Betty. A sport. 

Kitty. I'll get the wands and you lead us. Miss 
Morgan. 

Ruth. Lucille, you come on too. It's the same 
drill we had at school. 

( Wand drill, in which Miss Pickett follows awkward- 
ly the motions of the girls. ) 

Betty. That is fine, you did splendidly. If you 
did that every day you'd never have nervous dyspep- 
sia. 

Kitty. Now while we rest we have half an hour 
for mending. 

Miss Pickett. Why, do you girls sew up here? 

Miss Morgan. Certainly they do. They keep 
their clothing all in good repair. 

Miss Pickett. I quite approve of that. 

Ruth. You should see us wash blouses too, 

Hope. We go down to the lake and pick out a 
nice fiat rock. 

Kitty. Then we soak our blouses awhile and then 
scrub them on the rock with a nail brush. 

Betty. And hang them up to dry on the trees — 
that old tree over there usually. 



A Day at Camp Killkare 15 

Miss Pickett. What a beautiful old oak. I won- 
der what it would say if it could speak. 

Kitty, (quietly) It would propably say "I am a 
maple." 

Betty. Now we'll consider our mending time 
done, and next is the swimming hour. 

Miss Pickett. Never. 

Lucille. I'm crazy to learn to swim Aunt Jane. 

Betty. Why if you can't swim you miss half 
your life and sometimes all of it. 

Ruth. I was down at the swimming pool at 
home one day and Mrs. Brent, she is is terribly rich you 
know brought down her little dog and told the man 
she wanted her dog, to learn to swim. So the man 
took the doggie and tossed him into the pool and dog- 
gie paddled back, of course. Then the man rubbed 
him with a Turkish towel, and told Mrs. Brent that 
was the first lesson and the charge was fifty cents 
and to bring the dog twice a week for six weeks. 

Betty. Let's have the land practice Miss Morgan, 
the way we did when we were learning. 

Miss Pickett. Land practice? 

Miss Morgan. The girls are taught the motions 
of swimming before they go in the water. 

Betty. Come on, Aunt Jane, this is good for 
sciatica. 

Ruth. And nervous dyspepsia. 

Kitty. Ready for practice girls, form in line. 

{Girls go through landpractice in sivimming. Miss 
Pickett following aivkwardly. This is a sort of gym- 
nastic exercise. Girls ivave arms in unison as in swim- 
ming, using the different strokes, lifting first one foot 
and then the other, with occasional kicks. Miss Pick- 
ett's efforts to follow them can he made very junny.) 

Aunt Jane. How unspeakably grotesque. I am 
certainly glad that my neighbors and the members of 
the Civic Club could not see me. 



16 A Day at Camp Killkare 

Lucille. I think it's e:reat. I know I could learn 
to swim real soon. 

Ruth. But just see how much better you feel. 

Kitty. Why you have a nice color in your face. 

Hilda. And your hair is getting wavy all around 
your face. 

Lucille, (aside) Half the morning gone and 
Aunt Jane hasn't mentioned nerves. What's going to 
happen? 

Miss Morgan. Now I think our guest had better 
rest. 

Betty. Why I was going to propose a hike. Let's 
take a tramp to Blueberry Hill? 

Miss Pickett. Dear me, do you have tramps 
here? 

Miss Morgan. No indeed, a walk, Betty means. 

Betty. A hike is the correct term. We pack up a 
lunch and then go for a little stroll of ten miles. 

Miss Pickett. I believe in walking every day, 
and each morning I walk three blocks to market. 
The other morning a young bride was doing her buy- 
ing, and I heard her ask the butcher for an eighth of 
lamb, as a quarter was too much. 

Ruth. Mother heard a woman complain to the 
butcher that the lamb was a little spoiled and the 
butcher said "No wonder ma'am that lamb was a 
great pet of my children's and I was afraid they'd 
spoil it." 

Betty. Well Aunt Jane, we can't give you a 
credit for hiking on the strength of three blocks to 
the butchers' but if you lived with us any length of 
time we'd have you a champion. 

Kitty. We aren't always so strenuous, Miss 
Pickett. We embroider. 

Hope. And we do basketry, see what I'm mak- 
ing for mother. 

Ruth. And we work with raffia, too. Isn't this 
a pretty bag? 



A Day at Camp Killkare 17 

Miss Pickett. Your work is very creditable 
indeed. My mother when she was a girl made alum 
baskets and wax flowers, and wreaths from the hair 
of relatives, but these are prettier. 

Lucille. That's a compliment. Your basket is 
prettier than the camelias made from Aunt Susan's 
back hair. 

Miss Morgan. I think you girls are forgetting 
the most important feature of all. 

Kitty, {countifig on her fingers) Hiking, swim- 
ming, drill — 

Betty. Dinner! 

Lucille. I was hoping some one would mention 
that. 

Miss Morgan- Ruth and Hope are the dinner 
girls this week. 

Ruth. Well, we'll try to do ourselves proud. 
{Exit with Rope.) 

Miss Pickett. I confess I am hungry. 

Hilda. Ruth is our star cook. 

Kitty. She is economical too. She can make an 
omelet for ten people with two eggs and a bicycle 
pump. 

Lucille. I smell lamb chops. 

Betty. Yes the girls are broiling them in the 
cornpopper. 

Miss Pickett. How resourceful. 

Hope, {outside.) Mercy there's a spider on the 
custard. Pick it out Ruth, I'm busy, for there are a 
dozen ants in the sugar bowl. 

Miss Pickett. How dreadful. 

Hope, {outside.) Oh my nice cream cake. A 
toad jumped right in the middle of the meringue. I'll 
smooth it over, it will never show. 

Miss Pickett. How terrible. 

Betty. Don't worry. Aunt Jane, the girls are 
only teasing. 



18 A Day at Camp Killkare 

Hope, {outside) I guess we can serve now. 

{Enter Ruth and Hope in caps and aprons. ) 

Hope. Dinner, ladies. 

Betty. Aunt Jane, I heard your scoffing words 
about the prevalence of ants at picnic tables, and I can 
assure you that you will be the only aunt who graces 
our festal board. 

Kitty. Aunt Jane, you look lots better than 
when you came this morning. Tell me honestly 
haven't you enjoyed it? 

Miss Pickett. I believe you have given me a very 
fair initiation into camp life. 

Hilda. All but the hikes and watermelon picnics 
and campfire stunts. 

Ruth. Well, those can be counted as a post 
graduate course. 

Miss Pickett. I understand that camper Fire 
girls not only stand for neatness— 

Kitty. Ruth, make a bow. 

{Ruth bows.) 

Miss Pickett. — and orderliness— 

Hilda. Like mending our clothes, 

Miss Pickett.— and courage 

Betty. That means me for rescuing you. Aunt 
Jane. 

{Kitty fastens the top of a tin can to Betty's 
blouse. ) 

Kitty. The Carnegie medal for heroism, my dear. 

Miss Pickett. But also for kindly deeds. 

Ruth, {aside) Those chops will be stone cold. 

Miss Pickett. To finish my speech you are kind- 
ly helping me make. I believe thctccmpeis also stand 
for kindly deeds, so I wish you to remember me by 



A Day at Camp Killkare 19 

one. (Turns to Lucille.) Lucille, my dear with 
Miss Morgan'? permission you may spend the re- 
mamder of the summer here, and I will send at once 
for suitable clothes for you. 

Betty. Three cheers for Aunt Jane. 

(Campers give Wahelo call.) 



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ReiHsmber, that in addition to our entertain- 
ments we carry a large line of publications of 
other dealers. If in doubt as to the entertain- 
ment you desire, send particulars and v/e 
will suggest something to fit. 

We are at your service. 

ELDRIDGE ENTERTAIMENT BOUSE 

Franklin, Ohio 



LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 



TWO PLAYS FOR _™ 

By SEYMOUR S. TIBBALS. 



015 793 167 2 



Mr. Tibbals has been unusually successful in fur- 
nishing boys' plays that introduce characters true to 
life. While the plays are strong and forceful in the 
lessons they teach, clean comedy predominates and 
the boys like them. 



*<11ie Millionaire Janitor 



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A comedy in two acts. Here is a rollicking play 
for eight or more boys with plenty of action. Just 
the thing for a Boys' Class or Junior Y. M. C. A. 
Easily staged and costumed. Opportunity for intro- 
duction of musical numbers and recitations. By in- 
troducing such features the play may be used for 
an entire evening's entertainment. 

Price 25 Cents 



"Up Caesar's Creek** 

A splendid play for any number of boys. The 
characters are real boys and the play deals with their 
experiences while camping up Caesar's Creek the per- 
formance closing with a minstrel show in camp. Cos- 
tumes and scenery are not elaborate and the play may 
be produced on any stage. 

Price 25 Cents 

These comedies are protected by copyright, but 
pvermission for amateur production is granted with 
the purchase of the book. 



ELDRIDGE ENTERTAINMENT HOUSE 

Franklin, Ohio 



